"Oh, and what does that mean?" Hasi demands, archly, as though she has no idea. At one of the stair landings, she stops to give him a little bit of a severe look, though it's tempered, somewhat, from what went on only a few moments earlier in the foyer. "I hope this isn't a witch stereotype, or I'll be deeply offended."

The stairway partitions off, here, to the rest of the house, and a smaller, snugger staircase that leads up to the top of the tower. That's the one she chooses, noticing the mural that goes along the ceiling of the staircase, done in a renaissance style. She stops (rather suddenly) halfway up the stairs to look at it, head tipped back, openly admiring. While she was only being half-serious about finding something interesting in this house, there are little signs scattered about that suggest to her maybe there actually is something secret here.

And Hasibe can never resist a good secret.